Other Desert Cities - The History of What's to Come

Here Again

I remember the disdain after the party
It left the worst taste in all our mouths
Robbed, we didn't want to host until December

It was his job to find
People not wanting finding
"And I was sent here
To put you all in the ground"

So good to be here again
For just one day
Though this time will surely end
Everyone feels the same

Do you recall the jobs we worked that year?
Paycheck to paycheck but spent money just for nothing
Learning what it was to live alone

All the cigarettes
Took an axe to that bedroom door
And all the broken glass
I wouldn't change that time for anything

So good to be here again
For just one day
Though this time will surely end
Everyone feels the same

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Writer(s): Charles Riley Wanless, Ben Paley, Benjamin H Paley
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